Private Entry

Talked to Ernie MacMillian this afternoon. Well, he talked to me. I've no idea why he invited me. He did say he thinks his Uncle Alfred had been friends with my parents... This is going to be interesting.

I used to get some visitors who were friends with them when I was little, but Gran seemed to think they upset me too much. They just stopped coming as much, the older I got, and I love my Gran, but I think she kind of discouraged them. I wish she hadn't done that. It would have been nice to be able to talk to my parents' friends, especially once I was old enough to understand things.

Our Potions are going to get tested. Isn't that wonderful? I just know mine's going to give someone nightmares. Would it be worse if it didn't work properly, or it couldn't be tested at all? I don't want to find out!

Let's see... Trevor under the bed, books all by the bed, papers all done for now, for once...

There's nothing missing?! There's got to be something i've forgotten to... DADA! Oh no!